theirs is sleep that sleep now
in the non-darkness of an african city
where the sky is bolted with promise
to a history of poor delivery
dreamers enslave flagpoles
to ceaseless wave hello
while distant rumble is not rain
but blocked drains far below
optimism of sunflowers unquenched
sprouts to gaze at passersby
and a ruby river steady flows
against pearls of the evening sky
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